Danny!

Danny! - Fly, Pt. 2 lyrics

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So I've been through these hard times, mentally scarred

Almost lost my sanity but got no sympathy cards

And there's been a couple times when my knees buckled

I'd be in a heap of trouble if I didn't juggle these rhymes

You know these God-forsaken issues make you wish you could fly

Sometimes I wanna put my fist to the sky

And say goodbye to these worldly things

I wish that I could trade these pearls for wings

And give complacency a whirl, it seems

Every time I feel content, it's meant for me to lose

Control of situations, my patience is overused

Confused, my friends are saying I should be glad that I made it

So tell me why I feel so jaded

I'd trade it all for a couple minutes of some peace of mind

And leave behind this stress; if I cease confinement

Of my soul, my soles can finally leave the ground

I ain't never comin' down





Just fly away now

Just fly away now





If we try we can rise above

And fly with doves so high, it's the sky I love

Listen...to the sound of liberation

No bounds, no limitations; no trials and tribulations

The ground's disintegratin', let your problems disappear with 'em

...but it's so hard to let go, I know

It's like so many people want you to fail

And if you ain't the type to raise your voice they want you to yell

Or maybe you got it as bad as me; cats don't wanna see my success

They'd rather see me in a tux and a vest

Laid up in some old coffin being carried away

Carried to some nameless cemetery, buried today

That's why I'm wary today, I pray for clarity but

It's like the energy I put into it's tearin me up

That's when the air lifts me up, the blue abyss is callin'

A shot at peace of mind is greater than the risk of fallin'

So one time for my disillusioned artists, I hear ya

Two times for the kid that air-guitars in the mirror

Three times for the 9-to-5-in' bus ridin' dudes

And four times for my dreamers, yo I'm just like you

That's why I sing for my queens with their own pair of wings

My brothers flyin' beside me, drama behind me

Mama tried to find me, she inquired emphatically

I was in the sky with all these other ghetto kids, defying gravity, uh







...we all gotta let go someday man









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